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Date: 2021-10-30 06:32 pm (UTC)
triggerguard: (Keep looking for distraction)
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Jesper doesn't say anything as Wylan continues holding his hand--if anything he grips it a bit tighter himself.

Grounding. Physical, and real, and here. Wylan might tense and jump at other touches for a time, but if he was at least allowed this? He'd take it.

"You just want to steal a pair for yourself when Hell freezes over." He teases, grateful for the chance to banter. It's easier, closer to normal. "As for the glitter...well that's why we're going 'shopping', right?"

Date: 2021-10-30 07:42 pm (UTC)
triggerguard: (That is what they all say)
From: [personal profile] triggerguard
"I think Hell does whatever the fuck it wants, so if it wants to freeze...It'll try to give Fjerda a run for its money." He honestly wouldn't put it past this place to shove them all into a literal freezer if it struck its fancy.

"Coffee first. Then a glitter hunt." Because they both needed the break, the distraction from where conversations will inevitably lead when there was too much quiet. "As for explosive...go big? Get fancy with it."

Date: 2021-10-30 07:50 pm (UTC)
triggerguard: (You feel it in your chest)
From: [personal profile] triggerguard
"All Fjerda has is winter." Jesper has to argue. He knows it's not exactly true, but it was true enough in his opinion. "But...warmer clothes might not be a bad idea. Just in case."

He shakes his head. "Should we write this down? Make a list?" It felt almost downright domestic. A hellish little shopping list. "I told him I'd be surprising him with something. Guess we'll have to deliver it with a warning attached."

Date: 2021-10-30 08:12 pm (UTC)
triggerguard: (That is what they all say)
From: [personal profile] triggerguard
"It is and you know it." It's childish, his tone bordering on playful even.

None of this would erase what happened, but it would help ease the burden it placed on both of them.

"Wylan...you say that like I wouldn't write it for you." As if he would make him suffer a list. He could easily make one up and check it for them as they go along. "You can just dictate what we need, no problem...Might be best if you dictate the note that should go along with whatever this glitter monstrosity will be."

Date: 2021-10-30 08:34 pm (UTC)
triggerguard: (Give me something to remember)
From: [personal profile] triggerguard
"Downright domestic of us."

But it was a reasonable plan, all things considered. He hoped hell had what they needed for a bomb. It probably had it in spades.

"Bad idea? Probably. Should we do it anyway? Absolutely." What was life without a little (mostly) harmless chaos? Specifically chaos of their own making. "It'll be fine."

Date: 2021-10-30 08:47 pm (UTC)
triggerguard: (That is what they all say)
From: [personal profile] triggerguard
"Oh really? Then shall I wake you with breakfast in bed every morning, dear?" He's mostly teasing, but the thought warms him all the same. Domesticity doesn't sound like a bad thing when it comes with Wylan attached.

"If you're thinking about making this a fighting chance against Hell's bullshit, we might need to think about trying for more than a glitter bomb."

Date: 2021-10-30 09:27 pm (UTC)
triggerguard: (So take another breath)
From: [personal profile] triggerguard
"I would." As much as he teased and joked, the reply is nothing but sincere. If Wylan wanted him there, wanted these simple things from him, then he had it all. Jesper was, admittedly, more than a little gone over this boy.

Things and feelings that were better left for another time.

"...Same base, different outcomes. What if we replaced the glitter with something more destructive?" That was the point, wasn't it? Noah's surprise aside, if they were planning to make bombs for actual use, the more destructive power the better. "Shrapnel."

Date: 2021-10-30 09:41 pm (UTC)
triggerguard: (It scares me half to death)
From: [personal profile] triggerguard
Listening to Wylan talk about the tools of his trade could be rather fascinating. But it could also be rather distracting, in the worst ways.

Time and place, Jesper.

"Wylan. Stop talking." His voice is clipped, a little stressed--He knows it's rude, likely to be taken the wrong way. He fixes the other boy with a look, hoping he'd get why the conversation needed to cut here. "Just...stop talking about destructive qualities of bombs, please."

Date: 2021-10-30 09:49 pm (UTC)
triggerguard: (You put up your defences when you leave)
From: [personal profile] triggerguard
"It's not my fault you're attractive when talking shop!" Jesper hisses back in a whisper. Honestly, Wylan had no idea the kind of sway he held, or how that all but doubled when he started in on some of his talk.

It was a problem. Okay, normally not a problem, but certainly in this moment it was.

"Look--let's just. Coffee?"

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